Goodbye, good life | Bughead

38: A and A

Weeks turned to months, Thanksgiving to Christmas and New Year. On January it was time for another ultrasound and both parent-to-bes very eager to see their kids again on the screen. Jughead had been there in every meeting if you didn't count the first one.

"So here we have baby A, he is very strong boy. Baby B is right here. What concerns me a bit, is her growing. She seem to be smaller than her brother. Nothing to worry too much yet, but we need to keep eye on her," the doctor said. She wasn't concerned and it was quite normal situation with twins, but something bothered Betty when they walked to their home after appointment.

"I don't want to have baby A and baby B. She is just as much as A than his brother," Betty said quietly after she hadn't talked for a while. She hated the fact they did that thing to their kids. They wasn't in any race, no one is better that other one. Her mother always made her race, always be better. She wasn't gonna do that to her kids. Yes, she was still competitable but she wasn't going to act like that when it comes to their kids.

"There is a reason they do that," Jughead stated the real fact. It was like this with every twins, always there were A and B.

"Yeh. Well, I don't like that reason," Betty almost snapped which made Jughead stop her and gribbing onto her wrists gently. He knew he couldn't fight with her, she had already made her decision. And this thought of hers, it was so beautiful and one of the reasons Jughead loved Betty. "So we have two A babies?" he then asked looking deep into his wife's eyes.

"Yes we have," Betty declaired with a serious look, while Jughead's lips couldn't help the smile growing on them. "I love you, you are a special one," Jughead mumbled just before he slammed his lips onto hers and made her forget everything, the competition and the situation with the kids. It was just them, kissing their minds off, loving each others and those two A's.

Beside there was two A babies in her belly, Betty knew few other facts about their little ones. She had carried them over six months already, felt every kick, hickup, touch. And she knew what kind of human beings there were. She had constantly told those things to Jughead who usually laughed her silly little stories how she knew the girl was the sneaky kind of girl and how the boy was competive one. But even though he laughed, he also loved to hear about the babies, he wanted to know every single detail since he couldn't felt them yet like Betty did.

"She is so you Juggie, I feel it. She is gentle and calm. But I'm sure we are gonna see your kind of outbursts when she is with us," Betty told once again facts one night she caressed her belly and laid on the couch, head on his lap. Jughead chuckled and stroked her golden hair. "Ha ha, we don't have to acknowledge my ourbursts, they are rare in these days and we don't have to laugh to them," he stated little amused.

Betty laughed and glared to Jughead. Yes, there was a time when she didn't enjoyed his outbursts and attitude, but in their normal life, today, she liked the fact he had strong opinnions and desire when needed. It was a good match with his soft side, which was nowdays more visible. She actually missed that stronger side of him. "Our boy is a kicker and apparently shows that there is not enough space there and he wants something more. He also have hickups more often," Betty said and Jughead couldn't hide his chuckle.

"Baby. You got hickups when you are drunk. It's not in your genes baby. He practises his lungs by that," Jughead was stupid enough to argue with her. He told it gently but that wasn't the point. The point was he didn't agree. And she huffed and glared. "You are saying your pregnant wife is wrong?" That what she said. Of course.

"No, no I wasn't saying that," he corrected himself and kissed roughly and quickly her lips. End of discussion. And it really was. Betty was easy to distract. Good for him. He always had a way to get things right. And in the end, everyone was happy.